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[Schnugaf]

Da begynner vi med en Rolig en:

You ask for a hamburger, I give you a hamburger. You raise it to your lips and take a bite. Your eye twitches involuntarily. Across the street a father of three falls down the stairs. You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands. I give you a hamburger. You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands. You cannot swallow. There are children at the top of the stairs. A pickle shifts uneasily under the bun. I give you a hamburger. You look at my face, and I am pleading with you. The children are crying now. You raise the hamburger to your lips, tears stream down your face as you take a bite. I give you a hamburger. You are on your knees. You plead with me to go across the street. I hear only children's laughter.

I give you a hamburger. You are screaming as you fall down the stairs. I am your child. You cannot see anything. You take a bite of the hamburger. The concrete rushes up to meet you. You awake with a start in your own bed. Your eye twitches involuntarily. I give you a hamburger. As you kill me, I do not make a sound. I give you a hamburger. You asked me for a hamburger, and I gave you a raccoon. You asked me for a hamburger, but it turns out I don't really exist. Where I was originally standing, a picture of a hamburger rests on the ground. You awake as a hamburger. You start screaming only to have special sauce fly from your lips. The world is in sepia. Why are we speaking German? A mime cries softly as he cradles a young cow. Your grandfather stares at you as the cow falls apart into patties. You look down only to see me with pickles for eyes, I am singing the song that gives birth to the universe.

You ask for a hamburger. All the molecules in the universe have shifted one inch to the left. The hamburger asks for you. Somehow you have appeared in soviet Russia. You start awake sweating in your own bed. I give you a hamburger. Shrieking, you stagger into the road in a daze. You ask for a hamburger. The ambulance does not arrive in time. You ask for a hamburger. I give you a hamburger. As you take a bite you notice ants all over your skin. You ask for a hamburger. The children cry over their father's dead body. You ask for a hamburger. You are blind, but you can feel the worms writhing in your stomach. I am your father. I give you a hamburger. You giggle as I stumble. I ask for a hamburger, you give me a hamburger. You awake with a start in your own bed.

I give you a hamburger. The wizened meat explodes to dust and you realise eons have passed and you are alone in a desolate waste. You awake screaming.

I give you a hamburger.
You take the hamburger with trembling hands. Your eye twitches involuntarily. As you take a bite the ants crawl into your mouth. You look at me desperately. I give you a hamburger. You awake in the corner of your wardrobe in tears. I give you a hamburger. You notice the semitrailer bearing down on you. You try to take a bite but your jaws refuse to open. I give you a hamburger. Your children stop giggling as they hear the sickening crack of your skull meeting the pavement. I give you a hamburger. Collapsing, you vomit uncontrollably. You take a bite. Your eye twitches involuntarily.

I give you a hamburger.

[Schnugaf]

It was many nights ago. In my youth. I had come upon a dim-lit Bar at the corner of Velmore and 6th.
Inside the bar, sat but one Old Man. The bartender was a tall man of pale complexion, his fingers, as if tendrils clutched at his apron, rubbing, and rubbing. hell knows what.
I sat beside the Old Man. Some unseen force commanding me to do so. He told me a tale...one which now I shall tell you. A tale of a Man. A Man whose mere existence threatened the fabric of reality. The Man who lived on the 24th floor of building 879.

The tale is such.
Upon a cold, misty evening in a village somewhere in West Virgina. Was born a Boy.
From the illegitimate union of a Railroad worker and a Barmaid he was born. His mother died because of the complications. His father died within a week, an accident, rain poring, he slipped, and so his heart was pierced. The first two souls. His birthday, 2/4/1912
He grew up in an Orphanage not too far from the Village, a place of foreboding nature. On his 16th birthday he escaped. Soon after the Village, and the Orphanage fell to ruin. A great fire. No one knows how it was caused but one of the survivors said, They saw a young man in a trenchcoat and fedora hat stand not too far from the fire and laugh. But whenever they looked back he was gone.

The next sighting of this Man was in Baltimore. 20 years later. He looked to be the age of 23. Seeming much younger then he was.
People began to go missing. Strange markings appeared.
X, 4, 2. All carved near the place where bodies were found.
Their innards had been ripped out. Their faces. Chewed off. This was the year 1934, 34 men and women had gone missing.
Soon they found him, his face having aged severely. They found him, as he was eating the heart of a recently caught child.

They sent him to an Asylum. Somwhere in the North. On the edges of a Lake it sat. Foreboding. They say you can find it. On the edges of reality and dream, it stands, a precursor to what horror would emerge.
He spent there 10 years, 10 years of plotting, his ever sickening mind corrupting everything, the staff, the patients, the very air seemed to scream of horrors.
After 10 years he was released. He was deemed Cured. For if everyone is crazy. No one is.
He left the land. They say he went to Russia. Somewhere called Pskov. There he rented out a single bed-room apartment. In that now sealed, Room 24 of building 879.

Over the course of the next 7 years a dark cloud went over the building. It began to decay, almost as if something was feeding upon the very force of reality.
Not once. Not once was he seen to exit his brooding den. People began to disappear. As each night passed, a stench festered throughout the building, so horrible, so inhumane.
Eventually people from the city began to worry. It seems people would vanish, from their homes, their cars, without a trace. No breaking in, no signs of a struggle.
Police broke down the door of the Man in room 24. Inside they saw something that drove all of them mad. The room was covered with pieces of people, dogs, cats. banners of skin flailed in a filthy mockery of celebration.
Then on the back wall of the tiny apartment they saw Him. The man. He sat upon a macabre throne of human skulls and organs.
Run through with what seemed to be a lance of bone, a femur most likely. And all over his body were written words, riddles, all seeming to point to a Name. Of something, someone.
The words and numbers carved within his flesh. His skin itself seeming to succumb to necrosis. Or perhaps even entropy.
As the police heard a faint murmur, then some childrens laughter they were all gripped with irrevocable fear. To this day they hear the children sing his Name. The Name of that man.

The building was sealed shut. The windows everything. That room itself, sealed by 7 metal gates. For none dared to enter Room 24.
At this the Old Man stood up and left. As he brushed aside me I noticed on his hand carved a simple riddle.
'24 letters are within thy name.
Only 6 are to be used.
Last Middle and First.
They all rhyme.'
He noticed I had seen it and murmured.
'Say it thrice upon a full moon twice.
You shall see and feel what he has felt.'
The reason I post this /x/. I have solved this riddle.
The answer I dare not post. It has been quite awhile since the past Full Moon. I have begun to think thoughts. and see things.
In the reflection of the screen even now.
I see a boy, a baby, a teen, a man, and a senior.
And all sing his Name. Those green eyes. I have began to develop a curiosity. What is the taste of human flesh...
And how..should I cook it. Perhaps I shall start by eating that person I see..across..the window..staring at his screen. No light. Yes. He will never see me coming....

[Schnugaf]

Children are smarter than adults sometimes. They run on instinct. Remember being a child and being afraid of the dark? It's a natural instinct. Little kids beg for night lights, fear trying to find the light switch in a dark room, and leap three feet from the center of the bedroom to the bed so nothing hiding beneath can grab them.

Children understand about the dark.

Adults dismiss such fears. We ramble through dark rooms and grope for light switches without fearing the touch of something strange or sinister. We no longer need night lights and navigate the familiar layout of our homes in darkness without dread.

We have forgotten about the dark.

They no longer hide in the closet or under the bed. They love the darkness.

Are you in a dark room right now? Don't move. Listen closely.

Is your heart beating faster? That's instinct.

That's how you know they're right behind you.

[Schnugaf]

Japse greier som virker som de er fake, men må ærligtalt si at jeg skeit murstein når jeg såg de klokka 3:30 på natta i totalt mørke.

Part 1:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zptAfJHhmt0


Part 2:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qb99zZfxnHE

[Schnugaf]

A few years ago a bunch of my friends and I went camping a bit northwest of Delta, Ontario (some small city we all were living in at the time). We brought our own tents, food, etc and were planning on living outdoors for a week.

Anyways, on the second day we decided to look around the area to see if we could find anything neat to take pictures of (we love photography). We found a locked abandoned cabin about 30 minutes from our campsite.

The cabin was full of rot but structurally sturdy. It looked disgusting, but it wasn't coming down any time soon. We took some pictures and headed back for the night. Next morning my friend Matt wanted to go back and take some more shots as some of the vegetation/flowers/etc around the cabin he's never seen before.

He didn't return after a couple of hours so we got worried. We decided to go look for him but after a few hours of searching we had to give up and call somebody to help. A search was organized.

They broke open the cabin and found numerous skeletons of animals and humans, but these were way too old to be our friend Matt. We never saw him again and his family was devastated. It turns out a few years earlier there have been disappearances in this same area, but this is the first they've heard of this cabin.

I'm getting chills just typing this up but a few days ago I could have sworn I saw my friend Matt walking on the sidewalk across from me. Wearing the same clothing on the day he disappeared. I live in a new city on my own now and have lost contact with my friends who went camping with me.

I've been getting some weird phone calls lately too. Most of the time the other person hangs up, but one time I could hear breathing. Caller display shows up nothing and an operator say no one has phoned me when I DID receive phone calls.

Can someone help me make sense of all this? I am fucking going insane thinking about this.

[Haz]

oiii:S den filmen er freaky, noen som veit hvor dette stedet er`?

[KennethFlaaten]

ska eg vær ærli, såg eg ikkje på dt dær som så skummelt:) syns dt såg litt fake ut eg mn...Ikkje at eg e nokka skeptiker...trur bare ikkje på ka som helst xD væll...uanz...minna mg næstn om "the ring", bare at man blir sinnsyk istedn førr dræpt ætte 7 daga. Mn mn...

[Tupsi]

Må si at det var en litt små creepy film, men må si at det virka litt fake må jeg si...

[Schnugaf]

Skal komme med mer "Creepy-Pasta" om en stund, men har vert litt opptatt i det siste.

[alchemist]

Lest creepypasta på /x/ nå?

[Schnugaf]

You bet. Og her er mer.
Men dette var visst nok ikke creepy-pasta.


Dear /x/,
I think something is following me.

A while back I had a disturbingly real lucid dream. Usually I'm very good at controlling these, though somehow I always end up turning all my dreams into incestual lesbianism. But this dream I had absolutely no control over, what freaks me out is that, I was aware it was a dream. It's hard to explain but if you listen to the story maybe you'll see what I mean.

My dream started out with me waking up in an apartment nestled in an apartment building exactly like the ones you'd see in 28 Days Later. So my room was a mess, there's a huge plasma screen covering an entire wall of my room, but this room was ridiculously tiny, like 15 by 15. Everything had a blue tint to it because of the sunlight coming in through my window. I sat up on my bed staring at the tv as it turned on, the entire screen was red and there was a "History of ____ City" playing. (History of my town, I'm not gonna disclose the name.)

The historical documentary was completely warped. It was like watching a youtube poop of one of David Firth's videos. It describes my town coming to be through lots of mass murder, bloodshed, hunting, all sosrts of crazy ogrish.com shit. It's totally not how it happened but it felt so real, in that way a dream makes you believe shit. Across the bottom of the screen a red ticker is running telling me things that are happening to my real body while I'm having this dream. Of course my thoughts at the ticker AND the documentary were "FUUUUUUUU". Either way, I keep watching the tv, it shows me scenes of murder, rape, torture, infanticide and keeps insisting it's real. All the while, the light from the tv is tinting my blue red instead of blue.

All the while I'm watching the tv I'm feeling a strong pull on my mind, like this information was trying to forcibly assert itself in my mind in place of the information that was actually correct. At this point I stood up and walked to my bedroom door and into the living room. The room was entirely black but in that movie way, I could still see through the darkness. My dad was on the la-z-boy watching static on the tv, now knowing any dad, they don't sit there with their plasma screen just watching static. So I walked over and gasped when I saw that my dad was dead, bleeding all over the place. At that point, it seemed like the room's darkness intensified. I started seeing shadows moving around across the room and I stood staring, willing the dream to change, but no dice.

At this point I wanted to shit as the shadows start moving towards me. I see glinting items in what I assume are their hands, sharp shit like knives and jagged glass and well basically it was that massive nurse scene in silent hill, except I didn't know what the hell the shadows were. All I know was that they were shuffling towards me and speeding up with each step. I knew their intentions, I knew what they wanted to do to me, and I ran, I turned and hauled ass back into my room, shutting that door as quick as I could. My heart was racing, and then I realized that my room turned blue again. I looked around and thought to myself "Fuck, this shit is getting scary, I gotta wake up." So I go over to my bed and sit there and do the same routine I always do to wake up, I look up into what you could call the "bird's eye view cam" and say loudly and clearly. "Ok, _____. This dream is getting fucking scary, wake up. You know it hurts when they kill us or cut us, just wake up. I don't want to feel that pain. WAKE UP!" (There's still more, don't fucking start calling my shit creepypasta yet.)

Every time I do my "WAKE THE FUCK UP" routine, it works about 80% of the time. If not, I go and do something really fucking good, I mean like go fuck an extremely hot chick that I made from a random cup or something. I'm usually extremely good at lesbianing up my lucid dreams. If that doesn't work, I go to the extreme and hurt myself. It hurts so fucking bad usually that I wake up instantly. Well, this time, my routine didn't work. I went to the next one. I looked over to a lamp in my room and kept willing it to become some hot redhead with an amazing face or something. No shit there either. It wouldn't work. So I cry "FUCK DAMNIT" and jumped out my window. The shards broke, the glass cut at my skin, the wind outside screamed in my ears like a woman giving her death-scream, and I plumetted down. I saw it all, I went down and down and down and wondered when I would wake up. I didn't, not until I hit the floor, not until my entire body broke, my whole persona exploded in unimaginable pain, and then my vision turned black, and I woke up in my bed. I sat up and looked around, it was my real bed in my room. I felt so relieved, until I went over to the door...

I opened the door and my heart sinks, it's the living room from my dream. I felt like the floor came out from beneath me when I see the la-z-boy and suddenly those fucking things were right in my face. I turn back and into my room, which at first was dark since the sunlight doesn't hit my windows, but now I could see it was bleeding into blue instead. I slammed the door and screamed, looking around for anything that could possibly help me. At this point I hear a voice in my head, what my dream instincts tell me is the voice of the red ticker from the dream tv. It starts telling me "You can't escape us." It was such a quiet voice but so full of malice I could swear my dream self wanted to piss out its heart. I jumped over to the bed and look around on my headboard for one of the hardcovers I have. I immediately proceed to beat myself with it as hard as I can, digging the corners into any places I knew would be horribly painfull. I scream and scream as the pain engulfs me but the dream doesn't end. The things are at my door, I can hear them pounding on it. I turn around and scream into the air "FUCKING WAKE UPPPPP!"

I scream and scream over and over again "Wake up!! Wake the fuck up damnit! WAke uppp!!" I start sobbing uncontrollably as I can hear the slams against my door getting louder. Oh by the way, did I mention I have a ridiculously bad fear of any sharp objects? Knives, needles, broken glass, the like? Well yeah, add that into the equation. I was screaming bloody murder because they were going to hurt me. I always feel the pain, I never wake up before the pain, it's always after the pain. I cried and screamed, starting to curl up into the fetal position and cradling my head. It wasn't working, suddenly, the door opens up, I glance over my shoulder, tears streaming down my face, when suddenly the room goes dark, and I wake up. Again, that is.

By this time, I'm getting smart. I don't know why the fuck it's happening, but I'm stuck in that Hellraiser sort of loop. I didn't think this shit was real but it was happening to me. I was waking up over and over again and kept finding myself in my dream still. I was fucked. I was stuck in the dream world, forced to relive a fucking horror over and over again, forced to keep waking up and waking up and never actually wake up. I finally realized this and when I sat up, in my bed, I sat at the edge of the bed staring at the door as my room bled blue. I sat, numb, as the door started being pounded on again. Somewhere in the back of my mind, the documentary's audio started playing. The door slammed onto the ground, broken from its hinges as the things started piling into my room. They came at me, this time fast, and something held me up by my neck. I started to cry as I saw them rear back their weapons, ready to pound that shit into me. I looked up at "bird cam" again and cried one last feeble time, scared shitless and ready to give up as I heard the ticker in my head again "____'s body is now in a coma due to a combination of stress on the body and the medicine being taken mentally breaking the mind." I gave my last feeble attempt, "Please...please wake up." Then I shut my eyes as the room flashed red and stayed that way, the monsters went to rip into me, and...I WOKE UP! (Still more to come.)

Well, suffice it to say, I woke up shit-scared. I almost threw up as I got up to go open my door and check if I really was awake. I was. I let out a big sigh of relief and clutched my head as I went upstairs. I didn't realized it but there was a fuss going on upstairs. When I got to the top of the stairs my mother was there on the phone, hysterical. I go over (her back was turned to me) and ask what's wrong. She turns around and drops the phone with an expression on her face like she'd just seen a ghost. She was crying and thanking god and the virgin mary and all those good folks for saving her child from "the devil". Apparently, she said she walked into my room because she heard noises. When she walked in there, I was foaming at the mouth, my eyes rolled into the back of my head, and my joints locked. I was lying on my back but my neck was straining, like I was trying to swallow a fucking shoe and my body was out in a cold sweat. She thought I was being possessed and ran to call the EMTs. I freaked out and assured her I was ok. I had to assure the EMTs as well when they got there but when I described to them what my mom said I was doing, they said it sounded just like a panic attack. A panic attack of all things! (Still more coming up)

Well, after doing some research on that shit, there was no explanation as to why I would dream such crazy shit, nor why I would have woken up to a bunch of EMTs. The doctor who checked me after that little incident (at a different appointment) figured it was a prescription he had given me that made me break out in a panic attack. I asked around and people said that too much stress sets you off, but what the FUCK. I was SLEEPING. How can you have a panic attack in your sleep when that's when you're supposed to be resting. I mean yeah sure, your mind works over everything through the day then too but you're doing it under calm circumstances. Someone suggested to me that my dream set it off. Either way, it was freaky. I threw away my generic prozac and it hasn't happened since. On the other hand ever since then, I haven't been alone..

Ever since then, I thought I've been seeing shit. At moment when I'm on the verge of falling asleep I stop breathing. It feels like someone was holding me down and smothering me with a thick wet blanket. My mind struggles against it but my body can't move (fuck you, sleep paralysis) and usually some outer stimulus wakes me up. Hopefully my brother's dog jumping on me and jolting me awake or a sudden thunder clap. Either way, I've been dreading falling asleep each night. I see things in the darkness. For some reason, my eyes adjust to the darkness extremely well, and I can see shadows IN the shadows. For instance, in my closet, I can see that the darkness in there is darker than the darkness in front of my face or on the wall. It's like different shades of gray on a piece of paper but this is shadows in real life. The first few weeks I didn't see much, I just got that strange feeling when I was going to bed. But gradually it got worse. I started seeing black dots on the corner of my vision, shadow men if you would. I laughed at the nonsense, even I heard of shadow men and thought it was just someone's overactive imagination. But I started seeing these dots getting bigger. It got as big as my hand the next day, and a few days after that, the size of a leg. Finally, it's become the size of an adult german shepherd. At night, if I wake up, I try not to go near the stairs. I've started hearing footsteps on there. (Running out of space, hold on)

My house has some noisy as shit plumbing. At night, to clean the pipes, my toilets flush themselves. We've all gotten used to it and can sleep through it, but since I've started seeing shit, it takes me longer to fall asleep. I hear the plumbing rattling and flushing, and I hear the heater turning on and off, but one day I heard something different. I was thirsty as fuck and I had to go upstairs to get some water, halfway out my door I start hearing bootsteps on my stairs. I thought it was odd but also thought maybe my dad was going hunting or something. So I walk over to the stairs and look up. There's nothing there. What the fuck was my reaction but I didn't think much of it, my imagination was probably still in dream mode or something. So I start climbing the stairs and halfway up I start gasping for air. The wet blanket feeling came back, I was being smothered, my vision was going hazy and I looked up in time to see a black shadow cloud surround me. It wrapped around me and didn't seem to move, I was scared out of my mind. Thank goodness my instincts are better than most and when I get scared I run, not stand still. I ran up those stairs and into the kitchen and to the front door.

I turned on all the lights on my way through and when I turned around, nothing was there. That was the first and only confrontation I've had. Ever since then I keep seeing the shadows at the corners of my eyes, or sometimes right in front of me but high up, like the "bird cam". No one else ever sees them, and I haven't pointed them out to anyone. I pointed out the footsteps to my family though, asking them who the hell keeps walking up and down the stairs at night. They say it's none of them. They're asleep when I hear them, I've started making sure they're in their rooms before I go to bed myself. Other times I hear the steps when I'm home alone. The shadows are still following me, at night, the cloud comes back and hovers above me while I lay in bed, it doesn't touch me though (praise baby jesus with the crystal wings for that). I'm not sure what the fuck to do. I've always been able to remember my dreams, since I have a dream every night. But since then, I don't dream, and if I do have a rare one, I don't remember all of it, just ONE piece. I'm still followed by these things though, and no one else sees them. What's my next move, /x/?

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